May 012005
Here I sit
Beneath this tree
What do you think
Soon drops on me?
A tick!
A tick!
They’re everywhere!
Little things
Like pencil dots
They go wherever
They should not
Ticks!
Oh ticks!
I hate them all!
Ticks!
Dratted ticks!
Wish they’d die when they fall!
April 1, 1988
Written at the bus stop while sitting under a tree during Spring.






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